Recently, for some reason, I have been thinking about the mountain village and the people we served in the Caucasus (2010-2013). It’s now more than ten years ago, and yes, it does feel like a million years ago, and my memories are quickly fading. One thing I vividly remember, however, is the breathtaking beauty (and extreme dangers) of the roads and the mountains. Although our work itself was challenging, I was encouraged and comforted, every time I was driving to the village, simply by looking at and admiring the God-created beauty of the Caucasus mountains.
We completed the orthography of the language in June 2013. It was a painful decision, however, to not return to the village after our one-year home assignment in Korea (2014). We decided so because we concluded that the language was dying rapidly even after our efforts. I still think about them.
